CHAPTER 34
Jodi gasped. "I can't believe it! Why would anyone want to kill you, Eli?"
I could think of a few reasons starting with the fact that he was a major jerk, but I kept quiet. I don't kick a man when he's down, or literally on the ground, like this guy. I follow my moral compass even when it points me somewhere I don’t want to go.
After calling 911 and stating the nature of my emergency, I didn't know what else to do. Eli looked pale but stable and wasn't actively foaming at the mouth, thankfully. Jodi was kneeling beside him in the grass, concerned hand on his shoulder, head tilted so he could whisper in her ear. She nodded that she understood and turned to me.
"Jamie, will you do something for Eli?"
I hate open-ended questions like that. How did I know what I was agreeing to
